My 52 year old favorite cousin died last night. She had cancer in her hip. She was in a nursing home and was doing OK except she had to have a feeding tube. After a lot of thought and prayer and consultation with her family she decided last Friday to remove the feeding tube and let it be. My mother did not tell me because she knew I was already reeling and dealing with my sister-in-law's death. That makes two of my family members 50 & 52 years old who have died in the last 6 days. I honestly do not know how I'm not going a teensy bit nuts right now, except I have been leaning on my faith to sustain me. Because, for me, my human mind cannot understand this. At all.
This is my check-in post for the My Long Hot Active Summer challenge. I've got to say, I was pretty surprised when I stepped on the scale this week: